Page 16 of Kept

But this isn’t that kind of spanking. Though now that I see her cherry red ass across my lap, I am absolutely positive that kind of spanking is in her future. Her near future.

I slow the pace of my strikes and start to gently massage the warmed skin of her bottom. She’s not crying anymore. She hasn’t tried to struggle or run away in a while. I release her hands and start to rub up and down her back. Long, soothing strokes.

“Did you learn something tonight, kitten?”

She doesn’t answer, so I lightly swat her butt again.

She gasps. “Yes.”

“And that is?”

“That you’re an asshole.”

I have to hold back a laugh. She’s fucking adorable.

“Are you sure that’s the answer you want to stick with, kitten?” I let my hand come down on her ass—not a spank, just a heavy weight against her hot skin.

She shakes her head.

“When I ask you a question, you’re going to…” I let my voice trail off.

She sighs. “Tell you the truth.”

“Good girl.”

I slowly pull her upright so that I’m holding her in my lap, her warm butt heating my painfully hard cock, with my arm behind her back. She’s staring at the floor intently. Then she starts to shiver. I transfer her to the sofa and pull a fluffy blanket out of the ottoman. I start to tuck it around her, but she takes it from me and pulls it tightly across her body, curling up into a little ball so that her feet are covered and the only thing sticking out is her head. I wipe some of the mascara tearstains off her face with a corner of the blanket. She looks up at me and locks her gorgeous, soft blue-grey eyes on me.

“I’ll be back,” I tell her and kiss the top of her head.

I stroll into the kitchen. It occurs to me that I don’t have the foggiest fucking clue when the last time she ate was, and between the spanking and her overall situation, she’s got to be in adrenaline overdrive. I grab another bottle of water, slice up an apple, and break off a few pieces of dark chocolate. I take the plate and the water and find her staring out at the river, watching the ships move around through the night.

Settling onto the sofa, I scoop her into my arms. She starts to protest but when she opens her mouth I drop a piece of chocolate in it.

“Hey!” she mumbles, before chewing up the morsel. “What was that?”

“Chocolate.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” She rolls her eyes.

“Oh good, she’s back. Eat this.” I hold an apple slice to her lips.

“Apples and chocolate?” She gives me a judgmental eyebrow raise.

“Yes. Trust me.”

Finally, she opens her soft pink lips and takes the slice between her teeth. She mumbles a little sound of approval. “Okay, that’s good.”

“Told you.” I grab the water. “Drink.”

“I’m quite capable of feeding myself, thank you.”

“I know. Now drink.”

She glares daggers at me for a minute before following my instructions. She proceeds to let me feed her most of the apple and chocolate before shaking her head and saying she doesn’t want any more. She stays wrapped up in the blanket curled in my lap until the shivering stops. She’s starting to blush every time I look at her face. Which is adorable.

“Feel better?” I ask.

She nods. And yawns. I shift her back onto the sofa and walk to the spare bedroom. Passing by the massive four poster bed, I head into the bathroom and turn the faucet in the tub on and set out a couple of towels and a fluffy robe.

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